#bell blurbs

[ladybvllseye]

(I'm inspired, not a writer.)

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Dex x stranger!reader where it’s reader’s first time on a plane and during takeoff she subconsciously grabs Dex’s hand out of fear. She apologizes immediately and keeps her hands to herself after, embarrassed, while Dex quietly stares at the spot her hand was touching a second too long.

From the corner of his eyes, he watches her squeezing her eyes, pursing her lips until the seatbelt sign turned off.

"Not a talker, huh?" She says. "Well, I am. Especially when I'm nervous." She adds, eyes glancing once. He looks out the window, Billy Joel hums faintly through his headphones. She steals a glance, shrugging, "It’s not like you’re listening anyway, so I’m gonna ramble. Need to take my mind off things.”

So, she does.

About this being her first flight. About turbulence. About her underpaid job and her orange cat that attacks ankles “out of affection".

Dex says nothing.

But somewhere between her rant about airplane bathrooms and her obsession with cheese, his thumb presses against the side of his player and switches it off.

She doesn’t notice.

Dex keeps his face turned toward the window, expression unreadable. Still stoic. Still sharp around the edges. But now, he’s listening. Really listening

And, every now and then—

At something she says, the corner of his mouth twitches into the smallest smile.

(bro needs a sunshine, not a north star. repeat after me.)

[ladybvllseye]

Ben x blind!reader where she doesn’t know he’s a wanted fugitive. She knows him as Ben (because I personally call him Ben, not Dex). He kisses her, then lets her run her fingers over his face as their goodbye gesture. She notices the scars but never says anything. She also notices the wrinkle between his brows, gently rubbing it and saying, “Less wrinkle here.” Then she pokes the corners of his mouth with her thumbs, forming a smile on his face, and says, “More wrinkle here.”

gosh i wish i was good at writing.

[ladybvllseye]

the concept of gifting dex a bullseye squishy (the horse from toy story) and him not getting the reference.

"you're telling me his name is bullseye?"

"yeah... he reminds me of you."

"because of his name?"

"yeah... also because you ride like the wind."

[ladybvllseye]

idk how to do this guide thingy so... if you're looking for my;

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[ladybvllseye]

Accidentally got inspired by Wilson's request. A follow-up from my blurbs (pls refer to tags)

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The knife drops. It just falls once reader lets it.

Dex’s smile fades as quick as it came, head tilting slightly like he’s trying to figure them out. Like they’re a puzzle with missing pieces and it’s pissing him off.

“You’re weird,” he says.

Reader grins. “You threw a knife at my throat.”

“And you let me.”

There’s the thing. The thing in his voice. The one that sounds almost offended. Almost curious.

Reader steps closer instead of backing away. Close enough to see the twitch in his jaw.

“You wanted to hit me?”

Dex doesn’t answer immediately. His eyes flick down to their throat. The exact spot the blade stopped.

“I don’t miss,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

Most people run from Dex. Flinch from him. Beg.

Reader just stands there looking at him like they already made peace with whatever happens next. Dex keeps staring. Thinking too hard.

Reader waits exactly three seconds before getting bored.

“Alright, this is getting awkward.”

Without looking away from him, they flick two fingers lazily. The knife lifts from the floor. Dex’s eyes track it instantly. The blade spins once in the air before flying neatly back into the holster at his side.

Silence.

Reader smiles, pleased with themselves. “There. Put your toys away.”

Something sharp flashes across Dex’s face. Not anger. Worse. Interest. Because nobody touches his weapons. Nobody gets close enough. But reader stands there like the knife belonged to them first.

Dex steps forward slowly.

“Do that again.”

“What, the knife thing?”

“No.” His gaze drops to their throat again. “Stopping me.”

The End.

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